American comic book: An aging Wolverine, doing whatever he wants.

Chapter 74 Ability Revealed? Absolute Control, Instantly Killing Hundreds!

Logan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the door.

Although I understand that this might expose my abilities, there seems to be no better way at the moment. If we don't act now, we'll all probably die here.

However, at that moment, an aged voice came from upstairs, "Logan, let me do it."

Everyone turned to look, and Charles was being helped downstairs by Laura and Caliban. He was nearly a hundred years old, his body was trembling, his arms were shaking involuntarily, and his wrinkled face was covered with age spots.

"professor?"

Logan looked at Charles with surprise, his brows furrowed.

He knew the professor's abilities; if the professor took action, these people outside would be no problem at all.

The problem is that Charles's dementia has worsened in recent years, requiring medication to maintain his consciousness. He has difficulty controlling his abilities and is extremely prone to losing control.

It is important to understand that if an outbreak gets out of control and is not contained in time, it will only bring about a greater disaster.

"Logan, you absolutely cannot let so many people see your newly awakened ability. Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't expose it."

The professor's voice suddenly resounded deep in Logan's mind, but no one else heard it.

Logan understood that the professor was communicating with him telepathically.

The professor's voice came again, serious: "Besides, we've only just met John and the others, and we don't know their character. If your matter gets out, it will probably cause a lot of trouble. Let me handle it."

Logan frowned, somewhat hesitant, after all, Charles's physical condition was too poor.

The others also looked at the professor with astonishment, their faces full of doubt.

Although they all knew how terrifying the professor had been, that was more than a decade ago, and now the professor was just a frail old man.

"Professor, we all know how powerful you were in your youth, but now..."

Klaus glanced at the large army outside and hesitated, "There are too many of them. In your current condition, can you still activate your ability?"

If it were a young Charles, they wouldn't dare to question it, but now, no one would believe that such an old man could deal with hundreds of fully armed guards.

Charles smiled slightly and said, "Isn't there still the enhancement serum? I believe that stuff is enough for me to solve these problems. Don't worry, as long as I recover my abilities a little, I'll be more than capable of dealing with those guys outside."

"Professor, are you sure?"

Logan hesitated before handing over the serum.

The enhanced serum can indeed help mutants recover quickly. Theoretically, a small dose injection shouldn't cause any major problems, but there will definitely be some negative effects.

Given the professor's current age, even the slightest influence could cause irreversible damage to him.

Charles nodded slightly and smiled, "Logan, I may be old, but I'm not completely useless. It's time for me to play a role. Besides, there's no other way now, is there?"

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Caliban to inject him with the serum.

Caliban hesitated for a moment, glanced at the professor, then at Logan, and finally at the riot police outside. In the end, he could only nod helplessly, take the serum, and inject one-third of it into Charles's neck.

With the injection of the green serum, Charles's hunched body visibly and rapidly regained its rosy hue, and his entire spirit seemed to come alive at that moment.

His deep, pale blue eyes narrowed rapidly, as if a flame that was about to go out had completely ignited into a raging inferno.

The surge in power made Charles exhale a long, comfortable breath, his face filled with ecstasy as he sensed the gradually activating X gene within his body; the feeling was truly captivating.

"That familiar feeling is back."

Charles clenched his fist slightly and spoke with a look of satisfaction. This was the most enjoyable day he had experienced in his life in the past ten years, as if everything in the world had returned to his control.

"They're coming!"

John suddenly pointed out the window, his expression changing drastically.

The patrol team seemed to have abandoned machine gun fire and instead dispatched several units to approach the cabin from all sides, getting within about a hundred meters of it.

"It seems they still want to capture a few more alive to take back."

Klaus succinctly pointed out their intentions, continuing, "That's true. We have a whole bunch of little guys here, and in their eyes, they're perfect test subjects. Their lab desperately needs little..."

"Shut up, Klaus!"

Lorna glared at Klaus, then quickly reassured the children, "Don't worry, we won't let those bastards take you away."

Even so, the children's sobs continued to come from the laboratory, which was the source of their nightmares, and an atmosphere of fear quickly spread.

Klaus realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly shut his mouth.

This incident had no effect on Charles. He closed his eyes, carefully feeling the power flowing through his body, his face filled with ecstasy.

"Professor, are you alright?"

Logan looked at Charles with concern. He could sense the surging energy within Charles, and he was worried that the professor might not be able to control this power.

"I've never felt this good before."

Charles slowly opened his eyes. His azure eyes were no longer tired at all. He stared intently at the army outside, and deep in his eyes there seemed to be a hint of eagerness. He couldn't wait to test this long-lost power.

Thinking it over, he stretched out his fingers and pressed them against his temples, quickly emptying his mind, closing his eyes slightly, his thoughts scattering like invisible sound waves, and everything around him seemed to appear in his mind.

The fully armed special police and patrol teams, the powerful armored vehicles, and even the tiny insects trembling in the grass all surfaced deep in his mind.

These things are like puppets on strings; he can make them do any action he wants, if he so desires.

He is now like a god of this world, ruling over everything here.

"That's a really nostalgic move."

Caliban, who was supporting the professor, couldn't help but sigh as he watched Charles's actions.

When was the last time I saw Charles do this?

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it felt like a long time ago. Seeing Charles's actions now gave him a sense of merging a deep-seated memory with reality.

at the same time.

The patrolmen outside stopped in unison, squatted down, and looked around warily.

At that moment, they all felt as if a pair of dangerous eyes were watching them from an unseen place.

The feeling was like having a wild beast following them, ready to pounce and bite at any moment. The intense unease made them crouch in place, looking around nervously with furrowed brows.

"Captain, something seems off."

One of the team members couldn't help but speak up, his unease growing stronger as time went on.

The leader, who was at the back of the group, felt the same way. However, after looking around, he found nothing unusual. He frowned and said, "What are you afraid of? They are just a bunch of wild beasts trapped in cages. They are not a threat. Continue to advance and try to leave as many alive as possible."

"Yes."

The team members responded with apprehension, then immediately got up again and continued towards the cabin.

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly froze.

Behind the bullet holes in the wall of the wooden house, he could vaguely see a pair of old, blue eyes. The deep eyes were like blue black holes, as if they could devour everything.

hum! ! !

The next second, a buzzing sound suddenly came from his mind, and his consciousness seemed to be completely drained in that instant. His mind went blank, and he stood there dumbfounded.

Not only him, but his entire squad stood straight in place, as if they had become several living wooden stakes.

Seeing this, the captain, who was controlling the battle from a distance, frowned and shouted into his communicator, "Third team, what's going on? Keep advancing! Don't stop without my order!"

But all he got in response was silence. The entire team seemed not to have heard him at all, and just stood there blankly.

Upon seeing this scene, the captain suddenly felt a little uneasy. Just as he was about to send someone over to check, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

The other groups also stopped one after another. After a while, all the teams seemed to have become completely wooden figures, standing there blankly, and the area outside the wooden house fell into absolute silence.

Through the bullet holes in the cabin, John kept scanning the SWAT officers who looked like wooden figures, his expression gradually turning to surprise.

"They all stopped."

He understood that this was all thanks to Charles.

In an instant, he felt a sense of awe towards the old man with his eyes closed.

There is also some fear, that anyone who is targeted will become a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others!

"call"

On the other side, Lorna breathed a deep sigh of relief; the crisis was temporarily averted.

She couldn't help but look back at Charles, and suddenly felt that Charles's abilities were somewhat similar to hers, except that she controlled metal, while he controlled people, and the latter was obviously more terrifying!

The children around him were filled with curiosity. Although they had read about Professor X in comics, they had never actually witnessed his abilities. The terrifying power he was displaying amazed them.

Logan and Caliban, on the other hand, looked worried.

They could tell that the professor was not in good shape himself, despite controlling so many people. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his head was covered in sweat, and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He looked extremely strained.

Clearly, years of decline have made it difficult for him to return to his peak condition. Even though the opponents were only a hundred or so ordinary humans, he was still exhausted.

Laura, who was supporting the professor, also looked extremely worried. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the beads of sweat that kept falling from Charles's face. She couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the dosage too high for him?"

"Shhh."

Before she could finish speaking, Logan quickly put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't disturb him."

Now is the critical moment for the professor to activate his abilities. If he is disturbed, not only will all his previous efforts be in vain, but he himself may also suffer a backlash, causing irreversible damage.

Professors these days cannot tolerate any backlash.

boom! ! !

Suddenly, the silence outside the cabin was broken by a burst of gunfire. The intense gunfire sounded like thunderclaps, and smoke filled the air.

Everyone was startled and quickly took cover, only to discover that the cabin showed no signs of gunfire. They peered out in confusion, but the sight outside left them speechless with astonishment.

At this moment, all the disciplinary squad members seemed like lifeless puppets, turning around to face their leader behind them, repeatedly pulling the trigger of their rifles, and firing in the leader's direction with expressionless faces.

Bullets rained down on the team leader.

"Fuck!"

The team leader was startled and instantly realized that everyone had been taken into custody. He quickly rolled over and hid behind the armored vehicle, thus avoiding the barrage of bullets.

He panicked completely. After glancing at the wooden house and the group of apathetic team members, his face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly got up and tried to escape.

But before the team leader could even start running, he suddenly bumped into a tall subordinate and fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the subordinate's eyes had completely lost their senses, leaving only an angry face, with his head bowed tightly towards him.

The team leader panicked immediately. Looking at his loyal subordinate, he instantly realized that there was definitely a psychopathic mutant in the cabin.

He controlled all his soldiers!

At this moment, all of his subordinates became his enemies!

In an instant, the team leader's face turned ashen, and he couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, he realized that the situation was no longer under his control. He had to call for support and even request missiles to bomb the wooden house!

Psychic mutants are always the most disgusting and fearsome mutants.

The team leader glanced at the wooden house in a panic, then scrambled to his feet and ran back without hesitation. But as soon as he stood up, he found that all the soldiers had surrounded him.

The soldiers were numb, each one like a puppet, devoid of consciousness, silently forming a circle around themselves, with the soldiers constantly moving closer to them.

They dropped their rifles, which were empty of bullets, and approached the leader with their bare hands. In no time, the leader was completely trapped on a flat area of ​​less than one square meter, surrounded by a densely packed group of disciplinary squad members.

"What are you trying to do?!"

The team leader completely panicked, shouting in terror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

But no one responded to him; hundreds of eyes stared at him intently, devoid of any emotion.

"Wake up, all of you! Wake up right now!"

The team leader roared in despair, and even couldn't help but slap one of the discipline team members hard across the face.

The heavy palm strike instantly turned the team member's face red, but he still didn't react and continued to stare blankly at the team leader.

The next moment, everyone simultaneously reached for the pistol holsters at their waists.

Everyone's movements were like a pre-programmed sequence, perfectly synchronized, and this synchronized movement even had a strange aesthetic appeal.

Click!

All the soldiers pulled the bolts to chamber their pistols.

Seeing the hundreds of pistols, the team leader panicked completely and subconsciously took a step back. But after only two steps, he bumped into the stunned team member behind him and bounced back as if he had been electrocuted. The fear in his heart almost drove him crazy.

Soon, the team members raised their loaded pistols, but instead of aiming them at him, they all tilted their heads slightly and pressed the muzzles of the guns against their chins.

"Don't!"

The team leader let out a terrifying roar, his lower limbs trembling uncontrollably.

bang bang bang! ! !

The only response he received was the deafening sound of gunfire. Every bullet pierced the heads of the team members instantly, and blood and brain matter erupted from their heads like a volcanic eruption, as if a rain of blood was falling. The warm, crimson blood splashed onto the team leader's face, completely staining him red. The surrounding soil, irrigated by the blood, was also completely turned into a red patch of earth.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air and lingered for a long time.

Bang bang bang!!

The team members who committed suicide fell to the ground one after another, their bodies lying in rows on the ground, like a mass grave.

Upon witnessing this horrific scene, the team leader's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, nearly going insane.

This scene genuinely frightened John and the others inside the room. Everyone held their breath and turned back to look at Charles in horror.

Even Klaus, who is usually very talkative, was so frightened that he shut his mouth this time.

At this moment, Charles lowered his hand as if exhausted, slowly opened his eyes, his blue pupils filled with fatigue, as if all his strength had been drained, panting heavily, large beads of sweat constantly sliding down his head, and an extremely irritable aura seemed to be rising within him.

Seeing this, Logan quickly took out a sedative and injected it into Charles's arm.

Charles's condition gradually stabilized as the medication took effect.

This is what Logan is worried about: Charles's neurological disease has worsened, and once he activates his abilities, he may become unstable and might even accidentally harm his own people.

Fortunately, the tranquilizer helped relieve his symptoms.

"We need to leave quickly."

Charles waved weakly, "In their memory, there are still many disciplinary squads surrounding us outside. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

John nodded, signaling all the children to put on their backpacks and prepare to leave. He himself pulled out a pistol, his eyes gleaming menacingly, and said, "Before we leave, we have to take care of one more person."

As he spoke, he glanced at the team leader outside, who was slumped in a pool of blood, still shaken.

Charles shook his head, stopping him. "Let's keep him here. He has a lot of information and might be able to lead us around the picket line."

That's why he stayed on as team leader.

Upon hearing this, John nodded, quickly put away his pistol, and strode towards the team leader with his men.

At this moment, the team leader was slumped in a pool of blood, his heart filled with fear, which made him gasp for breath. When he noticed footsteps behind him, he turned around in fright and saw Logan and his men staring intently at him.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The team leader frantically moved back, completely terrified.

John looked at him, sneered disdainfully, strode over, grabbed his collar impatiently, and yanked him up, shouting, "Get up and lead the way!"

(End of this chapter)